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Monday, April 11, 2011
writing prompt!
I was looking through Google Images at doors and saw this one. I thought it had potential to start a writing prompt. How 'bout trying to write a little scene that has this door in it. I'll do it too, just not now. It's kind of late...oops.
The procession marched slowly to the beat of the drums, the dark mists of the tunnel receding slightly as light began to seep across the walls, the gate at the end of the tunnel drawing ever nearer. The two prisoners stood erect, trying to preserve the last shred of dignity left to them. They kept their eyes trained ahead, watching the gate grow bigger and bigger, their doom waiting just beyond. As they reached the end, they stared out into the arena where the monsters sat, waiting, their jowels jiggling with anticipation and drool sliding down their greedy lips. The gate was opened, the large keys clanking together, echoing in the prisoners' minds. The two stepped forward to meet their fates, not even bothering to struggle or hang back. This was their last stand, showing that they were not desperate animals. They would die as people. The blinding light of the arena washed over them as they stepped out from the darkness. The gate swung shut and the drums continued. The drums of death.
Trell raised his eyes from where he crouched to look at the familiar sides of the dark tunnel of an entryway. After so many years of being away, he finally understood why his grandfather had built the front gate like this. It was to make whoever passed under feel insignificant and powerless, just as the actual man had made you feel. Now he understood his awful heritage, and what he had to do to abolish the blight on his personal honor. "My Lord Trell?" came the unusually nervous voice of Drest, his loyal friend from the beginning of this entire, pointless escapade. They had met years ago, when Trell had first started out. Drest had tried to swipe his money bag which had been swinging tantalizingly from his belt. They quickly became fast enemies, always trying to out do the other. Drest's nervous behavior, so out of character with his usual smug assurance, as well as his use of "Lord," only showed the severity of what they were doing. "Yes, Drest?" Trell asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Drest looked even more worried, which added to Trell's secret anxiety. "are you sure you know what doing?" he asked carefully, not wanting another explosion from Trell, like the one a few weeks ago when they had discovered the truth. As it was, Trell was only just able to keep his emotions in rein. He answered as calmly as he could, his rage floating just under the surface, ready to be released. "I have no other choice, Drest. This must be done, and I have to be the one to do it." Drest nodded, resigning himself for whatever was to come next. "Let's do it then and get it over with." Trell slapped Drest on the back bracingly, sharing a look of gratitude that could never be expressed in words. Then he turned back to the gate, hanging open, daring him to walk through and regain his honor. He stood up from his crouch and walked boldly through the middle of the tunnel that he had grown up running and laughing in. Now he walked to regain the honor of his family. Even if it meant giving his life.
sorry, but I don't think this will becaome a book; it seems very depressing. (As opposed to the book I am writing now, which is about Death. Go figure!)
The door was ajar, as it had always been. The archway beckoned to me, called me home. After being so far away and gone for such a long time, I was finally home. Not only home, but coming to the ones dearest to me.
The procession marched slowly to the beat of the drums, the dark mists of the tunnel receding slightly as light began to seep across the walls, the gate at the end of the tunnel drawing ever nearer. The two prisoners stood erect, trying to preserve the last shred of dignity left to them. They kept their eyes trained ahead, watching the gate grow bigger and bigger, their doom waiting just beyond. As they reached the end, they stared out into the arena where the monsters sat, waiting, their jowels jiggling with anticipation and drool sliding down their greedy lips. The gate was opened, the large keys clanking together, echoing in the prisoners' minds. The two stepped forward to meet their fates, not even bothering to struggle or hang back. This was their last stand, showing that they were not desperate animals. They would die as people. The blinding light of the arena washed over them as they stepped out from the darkness. The gate swung shut and the drums continued. The drums of death.
ReplyDeleteTrell raised his eyes from where he crouched to look at the familiar sides of the dark tunnel of an entryway. After so many years of being away, he finally understood why his grandfather had built the front gate like this. It was to make whoever passed under feel insignificant and powerless, just as the actual man had made you feel. Now he understood his awful heritage, and what he had to do to abolish the blight on his personal honor.
ReplyDelete"My Lord Trell?" came the unusually nervous voice of Drest, his loyal friend from the beginning of this entire, pointless escapade. They had met years ago, when Trell had first started out. Drest had tried to swipe his money bag which had been swinging tantalizingly from his belt. They quickly became fast enemies, always trying to out do the other. Drest's nervous behavior, so out of character with his usual smug assurance, as well as his use of "Lord," only showed the severity of what they were doing.
"Yes, Drest?" Trell asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Drest looked even more worried, which added to Trell's secret anxiety.
"are you sure you know what doing?" he asked carefully, not wanting another explosion from Trell, like the one a few weeks ago when they had discovered the truth. As it was, Trell was only just able to keep his emotions in rein. He answered as calmly as he could, his rage floating just under the surface, ready to be released. "I have no other choice, Drest. This must be done, and I have to be the one to do it."
Drest nodded, resigning himself for whatever was to come next.
"Let's do it then and get it over with."
Trell slapped Drest on the back bracingly, sharing a look of gratitude that could never be expressed in words. Then he turned back to the gate, hanging open, daring him to walk through and regain his honor. He stood up from his crouch and walked boldly through the middle of the tunnel that he had grown up running and laughing in. Now he walked to regain the honor of his family.
Even if it meant giving his life.
I REALLY want to read those "books" now. You two are getting to be really good at writing stories! Awesomeness!
ReplyDeletesorry, but I don't think this will becaome a book; it seems very depressing. (As opposed to the book I am writing now, which is about Death. Go figure!)
ReplyDeleteThe door was ajar, as it had always been. The archway beckoned to me, called me home. After being so far away and gone for such a long time, I was finally home.
ReplyDeleteNot only home, but coming to the ones dearest to me.
now, you see, Tianna made it happy! good job. :D all the other ones were terribly depressing
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